No, it was the Avalanches and, especially, the Archers she had to sweat, and she looked up at Mackenna.
"We"ll go with Tsushima Six, Leroy." Her calm voice gave no indication of the tension twisting in her belly, and the chief of staff nodded with matching control.
"Aye, aye, Sir. Tsushima Six."
"Have Admiral Waldeck com me as soon as he has everything in motion."
"Yes, Sir."
Mackenna turned to begin pa.s.sing orders, and Vanessa Murak.u.ma watched her repeater plot as her ships deployed.
The Fleet moved out through the minefield gap, advancing on the light dots of the enemy at five percent of light-speed. The Fleet knew nothing about this warp junction"s astrography. Its ships were slower than its enemies, and by now it knew about many of the enemy"s technological advantages, but that didn"t matter. It had the firepower to crush him, and for all his superior speed, he had only two choices: engage it or abandon the nexus without a fight.
The oncoming superdreadnoughts would settle for either.
"All right, Demosthenes," Vanessa Murak.u.ma said quietly to the face on her plot. "Let"s do this right the first time."
"Agreed." Her battle-line commander bared his teeth. "Husac is coming up on her firing position now."
"Good." Murak.u.ma nodded to the pickup, then turned back to her plot and made herself keep her mouth shut as TF 59 executed Tsushima Six.
She"d split her force into two task groups - 59.1 under Jackson Teller, who commanded her carriers and their screen from the battlecruiser Sorcerer, and 59.2, the battle-line units, under Waldeck in the battleship Pit Viper. Delegating authority had always been hard for her, and it was even harder when so much depended on the execution of her battle plan, yet she had no choice. She might hold overall command, but it was Jackson"s and Demosthenes" job to execute her plan while she monitored and adjusted for anything that went wrong, and if she yielded to her penchant for back seat driving it would only make them think she questioned their competence.
Rear Admiral Jennifer Husac"s two battlegroups of Dunkerque-cla.s.s battlecruisers were TF 59"s rearmost units, trailing astern of the battle-line as it fell steadily back before the advancing superdreadnoughts, leading them away from the Justin warp point. The Dunkerques were smaller and more lightly protected than battleships, but they were Murak.u.ma"s long-range snipers, with heavy capital missile batteries, and despite their smaller size, their superior datalink meant they could actually throw heavier salvos than the missile-armed SDs. Plotting"s a.n.a.lysis was tentative, but it suggested that the opposing Archers outnumbered them by at least fifty percent. That was an awesome edge in launchers, but she didn"t expect Husac to take out the enemy all alone. Hurt him, yes. That much she expected, but Husac"s real purpose was to positively identify the missile ships by drawing their return fire.
"All right," she said quietly as the range from the Dunkerques to the enemy fell. "Let"s see what these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds have."
"Coming into extreme range... now," Commander Trang said.
"Stand by." Jennifer Husac watched her display intently as TFNS Endymion"s tactical officer made his tense announcement.
"Good luck, Sir," Trang added, and Husac"s lips quirked in a humorless smile. Trang wanted to open fire now, as soon as his internal launchers had the range, and she didn"t blame him. Her twelve ships were a preposterously frail force against seventy-plus superdreadnoughts, and any intellectual awareness of superior technology ran a poor second to visceral awareness of the odds. On the other hand, the enemy had yet to demonstrate any equivalent of the missiles she was about to fire at him. Only a handful of the Terran ships he"d yet engaged had carried strategic bombardment missiles, and none had really had the chance to use them as doctrine dictated, but Husac was about to change that. Each SBM ate up twenty-five percent more magazine s.p.a.ce than a regular capital missile, so Terran ships never carried pure loads of them and Sarasota had had too few in stores to provide Husac"s ships with full load-outs, but she intended to make best use of the ones she had. Their poorer ECM made them easier point defense targets than capital missiles, but they had a full five light-seconds more range, and Trang wanted to use it all. But one of Husac"s objectives was to confirm whether or not the enemy had the weapon, which meant she had to make sure she was well within its envelope. Besides, every light-second she closed gave her birds a better chance of scoring.
"Eighteen light-seconds," Trang said. More endless seconds crept away as the two forces continued to close. "Seventeen... we"re in range for the external birds, Sir."
"Let the range fall to sixteen light-seconds," Husac said softly.
Murak.u.ma chewed her lower lip. It was hard to believe the Bugs didn"t have the SBM, yet Husac was three full light-seconds inside its range, and not a shot had been fired. If the Bugs didn"t have the weapon now, it shouldn"t take someone with their evident tech capability long to develop it once it was used on them, but in the meantime...
"Sixteen light-seconds," Trang said flatly, and Husac nodded.
"Hold us at this range, Helm," she said, then - "Engage the enemy, Commander Trang!"
Twelve battlecruisers sent a hundred and sixty-four missiles slashing through s.p.a.ce as both battlegroups flushed their external racks and opened up with their internal launchers as well. Not a single shot replied, and Jennifer Husac"s eyes glowed with h.e.l.lish delight. That answers one question; if the bad guys had them, they"d sure as h.e.l.l use them now!
Her eyes blazed still brighter as the ma.s.sive opening salvos roared down on just two SDs, and countermissiles began to explode. The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds" early-generation datalink left each of those ships on its own against the incoming fire, but no single ship could stop those salvos, and a snarl ran around Endymion"s flag bridge as they struck. The fireb.a.l.l.s were eye-watering even at this range, but Husac refused to look away, and when the glare died, both of her targets had vanished.
"Two down," someone said, and the admiral nodded.
"Let"s add to that," she said grimly. "Make them count as long as they last, Commander."
The Fleet ground steadily onward, despite the missiles battering it from beyond its own range. The enemy battlecruisers" first salvos had exhausted their external ordnance, and the follow-on broadsides were thirty percent lighter, but they continued their deliberate pounding in overpowering waves of thunder that smashed through all active defenses by sheer weight of numbers. Shields flared and died, shattered armor fumed away in vapor, skeins of atmosphere trailed behind, and some ships fell out of formation with damaged drives. They could have fallen back - no enemy was in range to prevent them - but each wounded leviathan simply kept coming. No ship could stand more than three of those devastating salvos, but each targeted ship made the enemy expend those missiles upon it.
"SBMs are running dry, Sir," Trang said tautly. "We"ve got two more salvos, then we"re down to CMs."
"Confirmed kills?" Husac demanded.
"We make it eight with... two more badly damaged. We think they were all Archers, but our ID criteria are pretty tentative. Until they return fire, we can"t positively identify them."
"Understood." Husac watched the last two SBM salvos roar from her internal launchers. The enemy continued to advance, accepting the slaughter she"d wreaked on him without flinching, and a primitive corner of her mind gibbered that nothing should wade into such fire when it couldn"t even shoot back. It was like fighting the insensate violence of a hurricane, not living, thinking beings, and that primitive part of her whispered they were an unstoppable force of nature. But it was only a tiny part, and she bared her teeth. "All right, Li-Dong. Phase Two."
"Admiral Husac"s exhausted her SBMs," Demosthenes Waldeck announced from Murak.u.ma"s com screen. "She"s closing to capital missile range now."
"Understood." Murak.u.ma turned to Ling Tian. "Warn Plotting. They"ll be returning fire shortly, and I want every one of those Archers fingerprinted the instant it opens up."
The battlecruisers began to close once more. They were entering the Fleet"s reach now, and targeting systems watched them come.
"Fifteen light-seconds," Trang reported. "Coming into- Missile launch! Multiple hostile launches! One hundred twenty plus inbound. Impact in two-seven seconds from mark!"
"Return fire!" Husac snapped, and locked her command chair shock frame as the enemy"s missiles scorched towards her.
The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds had taken a page from her own book and concentrated all their fire on a single target. They obviously couldn"t tell her Thetis-cla.s.s command ships from the Dunkerques, or perhaps they didn"t realize there was any difference to look for. If they didn"t have command datalink, then they had no way to know only a single ship in each battlegroup mounted the master systems that tied them together. Yet what they knew or didn"t know made no difference to TFNS Goeben, and she watched the ship go to violent evasive action.
But unlike Husac"s targets, Goeben wasn"t alone against the storm. Endymion"s datanet wove a deadly, fine-meshed net of warheads and spitting lasers, ripping the incoming missiles apart, and the enemy"s cruder command and control systems split his fire into smaller salvos that couldn"t saturate the battlegroup"s defenses.
Point defense stopped ninety-five percent of the incoming fire short of Goeben, yet simple probability theory said at least some birds had to get through, and the battlecruiser heaved as they wiped away her shields and tore at her armor. Husac"s fists clenched as damage reports chattered over the net, and her face was grim. They"d done well to stop that many incoming, but well or not, another exchange like that would blow the ship apart... and she had only twelve ships.
"Hit the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!" she snarled, and Endymion bucked as she threw fresh fury at her foes.
"Goeben"s been hit hard, Sir," Commander Ling said, and Murak.u.ma nodded curtly. Battlecruisers were too light to face SDs, however superior their datalink, but she had no choice. The Dunkerques and Thetises were the only CM-armed ships she had; they had to engage the Archers - and be engaged in return - if only to identify the missile ships for her.
"IDs on the Archers?" Her voice was flat, and Ling nodded.
"Tracking is confident, Sir. Two more salvos and we"ll have them nailed."
The superdreadnoughts shuddered under the battlecruisers" fire, but the odds were evening. Even with the enemy"s heavier salvos and more destructive warheads, he needed three salvos to guarantee a kill, but the Fleet"s projections indicated that each battlecruiser could survive no more than two like the last one.
Another superdreadnought vanished in an expanding ball of fire, but the enemy had an iron lock on Goeben, and this time the other SDs flushed their external racks in support. The battlegroup"s point defense performed brilliantly, but three more missiles got through. Men and women died as concussion and flame and radiation came for them, atmosphere streamed from breached plating, and Jennifer Husac"s voice was harsh.
"Get her out of it, Li-Dong!"
Orders flashed over the net, and Goeben turned away. She"d lost an engine room, but she was still twice as fast as the oncoming superdreadnoughts. She swung away from them, fleeing their fire, and their targeting systems shifted to her sisters.
"Goeben"s breaking off," Waldeck said. "Looks like they"re shifting to Nevada, but Husac took out another of them first."
"Understood." Murak.u.ma watched the wounded battlecruiser accelerate clear of the Bugs" envelope, but even as a part of her cheered the ship"s survival, another cursed bitterly. If only she had a few missile SDs of her own! The battlecruisers were fighting magnificently, but their superior systems were overmatched by their opponents" sheer toughness. The Archers were still dying, yet Goeben"s withdrawal diluted the weight of her battlegroup"s next salvo - and the effectiveness of its point defense - by a sixth.
"Instruct Admiral Teller to launch his strike," she said.
"Launch!"
Twelve light carriers twitched as ma.s.s-drivers hurled fighters through their drive fields and into s.p.a.ce. Two hundred and sixteen small, deadly craft, heavy with external ordnance, curved up and away at.2 c, shaking down into formation, turning tor the enemy, and Commander Anson Olivera watched the continuous tactical update spill across his command fighter"s display. Admiral Husac was taking a fearful pounding - her own battlegroup was down to only three ships and falling back behind its consorts - but only five confirmed and one possible Archer remained.
"Target designation." His strain-flattened voice was clipped as he tapped keys on his console. "Paired group strikes. Commander Renquist has Archer One. Slattery takes Two, Sung takes Three, and Takagumi and Marker take Four and Five. We"ll take the last two strike groups in to clean up the survivors ourselves. Confirm input."
"My board confirms," his tac officer called back, and Olivera switched to the central net. Sweat beaded his hewn-granite face, but he made his words come out even, almost jovial.
"Go get "em, boys and girls. Last one back to the barn buys the beer."
The fighters swept past Husac"s battered battlecruisers. The Dunkerques" magazines were down to thirty percent, and her own group had been gutted. All its ships survived, but Goeben, Nevada, Barham, and Jean Bart had been driven out of action with heavy damage. Yet the enemy"s concentration on only one of her battlegroups was the first real mistake he"d made; he"d crippled one of them, but the second was untouched.
"Pa.s.s tactical command to Commodore Suchien." Her voice was vicious with mingled loss and satisfaction as she watched the fighters. "Tell him the force advantage is about to shift."
Targeting priorities changed as the small, fleet craft hurtled into the Fleet"s midst. They were fast and agile, squirming in wild evasion maneuvers even as they lined up on their targets, but a hurricane of close-in fire met them. One died, then another. Two more. A fifth. Dozens of fireb.a.l.l.s glared as point defense lasers or force beams or missiles ripped into them, but still they came on, charging into the teeth of their own destruction. They tore into the missile SDs like demons, spitting deadly quartets of short-ranged missiles, and scores of antimatter warheads erupted against shuddering shields and the alloy they protected.
Banshee howls of triumph erupted from the speakers as Teller"s flagship relayed his strike groups" voice telemetry to Cobra. Those howls and the fireb.a.l.l.s that sp.a.w.ned them were thirty seconds old by the time Vanessa Murak.u.ma heard and saw them, and she clenched her jaw as all too many jubilant shouts chopped off in sudden silence. Of the two-hundred-plus fighters she"d committed, only a hundred and seventy fell back on their carriers, but they"d done their job. All remaining Archers and two suspected Avalanches were gone, and despite the anguish of her own losses, her brain ticked smoothly, efficiently within its protective coc.o.o.n of professionalism.
So far she"d lost only four badly damaged battlecruisers and fifty-two fighters to kill sixty light cruisers and seventeen superdreadnoughts. That outma.s.sed her entire task force, but the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds were still coming, and a shudder very like the one Jennifer Husac had felt coursed through her. How in G.o.d"s name could anything keep coming after a pounding like that?
But they were coming... and they had fifty-eight SDs left.
The surviving battlecruisers, unopposed now by any capital missile, closed to the very edge of the standard missile envelope, battering their enemies, but their magazines had to be almost dry, and she might well need them even more later. She looked at her link to Pit Viper.
"Have Husac fall back to the colliers and reammunition, Demosthenes."
"Yes, Sir."
"Once she"s clear, move the battle-line into extreme missile range. It"s our turn to have a go at the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds."
"Aye, aye, Sir." Waldeck"s voice was taut, but there was savage satisfaction in it, as well, and Murak.u.ma nodded with a grim smile.
All right, you f.u.c.kers, she thought coldly. We"ve pulled your missile ships" teeth. Try bringing your G.o.dd.a.m.ned energy armaments into range now!
Rear Admiral Vanessa Murak.u.ma crossed her legs and leaned back in her command chair as twelve battleships of the Terran Federation Navy advanced against their overpowering foe.
Chapter Eight.
Options and Obligations
Major General Xavier Servais looked up as Colonel Mondesi entered the compartment. The colonel"s great-great-grandparents had migrated from the island of Haiti to the Fringe World of Christophe, and his face was the color of obsidian... and utterly expressionless. Which, Servais thought as he stood behind his desk, meant Mondesi had already heard about his orders.
"Colonel." Servais offered his hand, and the younger man clasped it firmly. "Sit, please." Servais gestured at a chair and waited until Mondesi obeyed his polite command before he reseated himself. He pulled a pipe from his pocket and took his time stuffing it. It was an archaic affectation, but he sometimes found it a useful bit of stage dressing, and he used the delay to study Mondesi.
He liked what he saw. The colonel had posted a superb record in the specialized world of the Marines" Raiders, and despite whatever he"d already heard, he returned the general"s measuring gaze levelly. That argued for more than his fair share of intestinal fort.i.tude... and he was going to need all of that he had.
"I wanted to see you to discuss a special operation, Colonel," Servais said once he had his lit pipe drawing. "We"re calling the overall plan Redemption, and you"ve been tapped to command one component of it: Operation Citadel. The good news, such as it is, is that you"re being breveted to brigadier for the op, but I won"t sugar coat things. The odds of your living long enough to have the rank confirmed aren"t good."
He paused for Mondesi"s reaction, but the colonel simply nodded and said, "May I ask what this operation will consist of, Sir?"
"You may." Servais leaned back, caressing the polished bowl of his pipe with one hand. "Now that the enemy - the "Bugs," as Admiral Murak.u.ma calls them - have K-45, it"s only a matter of time until they hit Justin. The Fleet hurt them badly, but they got in their own licks, and the Admiral"s staff estimates we have no more than three weeks before they resume the advance."
Raphael Mondesi nodded again. Most s.p.a.ce battles were both violent and brief. When fleets threw antimatter warheads at one another, it seldom took long for the weaker side to be annihilated or run, but the Battle of K-45 had been different.
TF 59 had done what it set out to do and mauled the enemy brutally, but at a price. With the Archers eliminated, TG 59.2"s battleships" superior datalink had let them hold their own, but their mixed missile and force beam batteries had compelled them to come into range of the enemy"s Avalanche-cla.s.s SDs. They"d learned the hard way that the Acids did, in fact, mount missile launchers to back their plasma batteries, but their salvos had been too light to break through Murak.u.ma"s point defense, and the only Bug energy weapon with the range to reach her had been the Avalanches" force beams. She"d taken a pounding from those beams, but she"d ignored the Acids and coordinated the fire of her battle-line"s shipboard weapons with strikes by carefully h.o.a.rded fighters to pick off as many Avalanches as possible, then broken off. But this time it hadn"t been to withdraw. She"d disengaged just long enough to carry out emergency repairs to her own ships, then resumed the action.